Our dear Little Silk died this morning in a terrible accident. What makes it worse is that for weeks I’ve been worried this accident might happen, but thought I was being neurotic, and now that it has happened I feel horrible for not having prevented it. For several weeks now all of the chickens have been enjoying drinking out of the pond. Every time I saw them doing it I worried that they might lose their balance, fall in, and drown. I would watch until they were all done and had walked away. Well, this morning, it seems that Little Silk did actually fall in and drown.
She was such a sweet hen, happy to be picked up and petted, eager to eat from our hands. Just last week I brought her in to Tabby’s nature class for a show-and-tell about chickens. She didn’t mind the children petting her one bit. We still have Big Silk, the rooster, but I’ll be honest, I just don’t feel an attachment to him and he doesn’t like affection.
I’ll miss Little Silk very much and am going to put up some sort of wire blockade so that they can’t drink from the pond anymore.